See it now, after all these years
What have left, from the dreams we had
Time for fools, waiting for a death

Like for lover, who's loving someone else

Take a brick, take your heart

Much more hopes, than active guns
You only know, that you will die
You don't know when you don't know how


Looking straight outside my window
Feeling rays, falling on my face

Shouting kids, playing football
Proper times, for healthy childhood


You should know, that you are lucky
With your worries and broken hearts
Plents of time for tasting love

Things we had few minutes for

This Time Has Come

First August Nineteen Fourty Four
Bullets of God
Dancing around

Sidewalks like sponges
Thirsty of blood


Time has changed, important values
Are now different, than used to be
But I believe, sorry to say

You would act, quite the same

Will for fight, and no things like

Consciousness of politics
But sometimes I wonder faintly
If there was any correct choice